Page 35 of No Other Love

Her eyes were huge, the golden circles in her iris illuminated in the tube light.

My hold tightened around her hair. ‘I am loving this short hair.’

Anika’s hand tightened on my forearm. ‘Vikrant…’

‘I’m going to kiss you now.’ Desire was a roar in my veins, the pulse in my blood. It was the only thing driving me. I didn’t care about the past or our opposite personalities, or anything else. Except... Anika was here. In my arms.

And I was going to kiss her.

She closed her eyes.

‘Tell me if you don’t want me to, Ani.’

Nineteen

Vikrant

I endured the longest three seconds of my life as I waited for her to refuse me.

She said nothing.

I leaned down and brushed my lips against hers, feeling their pillowy softness. Going hard at just that mere contact.

She reared up, winding her arms around my neck and kissed me back, opening her mouth and chasing my tongue. Making a slightly broken sound like she couldn’t breathe, like she didn’t want to. As long as we were kissing.

I held her closer, digging my fingertips into her skull, her waist – her skin, her scent – surrounding me in a cloud of perfume and womanly musk. I willingly drowned in it.

Anika crawled into my lap, not letting go of my mouth and I groaned as her tits brushed against my chest.

I tumbled to place her against the wall of metal cupboards and crowded her, running my questing hands up and down her sides. Relearning the shape of her. She was firm and soft, giving and strong at the same time. When I squeezed her breast through the tunic she arched straight into me, her tongue doing its damndest to squeeze my breath, my very life away.

I was not letting go of her lips. Nibbling at them, biting them, sucking at them and drinking as much of her in as I could in one single kiss.

God, wanting her was my personal heaven and hell.

‘I don’t want to stop kissing you,’ she whispered against my lips, after blisteringly hot seconds of making out like horny teens.

‘Why?’

‘Because then I’d remember you’re not mine to kiss.’

The words killed my desire as surely as a bucket of ice-cold water would have.

***

I carefully unpeeled myself away from her body.

I thought I felt her shudder as I withdrew from her. But it wasn’t her. She was cool and removed. I was the one messed up enough to want her even though we were over.

Fuck.

This.

Mess.

‘Vik…’

I held up a hand. I was so grateful it didn’t tremble. Because my blood was still running hot and south of my brain. My vision misted with lust. ‘Don’t,’ I growled. ‘Don’t give me whatever speech you want to give.’Don’t say this was a mistake.